Stormy Night

In the wake of a stormy night
I stand by the seashore to receive new insight

A promise that was set from the day we met
Stitched in love, spread by the blood

Taken by surprise, I looked for cover
Only to find that there was no other

You are the one I still adore
I’m running after you even the more

No time for shame or political gain
People acting like they’re insane

You are first rate
The only entrance to the heavenly gate

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Your death took us all by surprise                                                                                                    Still drying our weeping eyes

Recovery seems an unethical myth                                                                                    Unbelievably hard to fathom even with God in the midst

Safely in His arms, you’re awake now                                                                                              Clothed in white, wearing your crown

You’re with the friend you faithfully adore                                                                                          Miss your smiling face and so much more

Sweet tea drops of love will never run dry                                                                                    Much more to see with the spiritual eye

Never to return to this world again                                                                                                Glory, Hallelujah, you win                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  To dancing and celebrating, they’ll be no end

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Begin Again

Peeking it’s head from the covers of slumbering and sleepy nights
It’s eyes fixed on bright numbers as we turn away

It’s ears meet clicking and alarming sounds
Legs and arms slowly protrude as we plant our feet to a steady groove
Nostrils travel to search out meat to satisfy our soul to keep

The must do’s and the wanna do’s are endless fights
They are enemies to each other
Beholden to one and loosely cemented to the other, we fight

Fighting to breath, fighting to holdfast to our ominous position for a truce
Shrinking the duties that bound us, as our bodies lay prostrate to find peace in the light

Fallen to night, we begin again
Rising to the Son of sunlit faces, we begin again

It’s time to begin again

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Pearl of a Great Price

“Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come. She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness. She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not bread of idleness. Her children arise up, and call her blessed; ” Proverbs 31:25-28

Eighty five years ago today, Annie was born – a pearl of a great price. Her legacy is rich and today is her rejoicing. May her children, grandchildren and to all who loved her appearance, rejoice too. God let your joy be our strength, is my prayer. For we know that in our weakness, God’s strength is being perfected in us. With this, let us honor and celebrate her life, death and reunion.

On today, I honor you as I honor her. For every candle she’s lit in us, set aflame a path of righteousness. Hereto, I know our love for God, her and each other shall be greatly shed in our hearts and beyond.

And to the larger audience, I beg an answer to the question, “Is there a rare jewel in your life that far exceeds any ruby, diamond and yea even pearl?” If so, treasure this gift throughout all generations. Celebrate her worth. Seize every opportunity to let her know how much you love and appreciate her.

“Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.” Proverbs 31:10

We found one in you.

Happy Birthday Mother!

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I’m Here to Say Thank You!

“Because thy lovingkindness is better than life, my lips shall praise thee. Thus will I bless thee while I live: I will lift up my hands in thy name.” Psalm 63:3-4

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Once was the day, I observed a ring of redness around the mouth of a little girl. I was disturbed by this, leading me to question her mom as to why this was. She explained, it was indicative of some type of disease. I was saddened  by the visible outbreak. Then saddened by what I’d learned in that moment. Strangely enough, my heart immediately went out to the mother first, then to the child. I drew back to what I’d experienced as a young child. I would subconsciously lick around the lips of my mouth that formed red rings – much like the little girl’s but as I remember, not as severe. It is one thing to have chapped lips from the cold of the season that would legitimately warrant this type of behavior but reasoning beyond the season is another thing. I never fully surmised what was behind mine. Nevertheless, my mother helped get me through it and I’d like to think my sister too. Howbeit, for the first time, as my eyes fell on that little girl, I thought about what it must have been like for my mother to witness. Did she become heavily concerned about the health of her little girl? What was causing the irritation? Was she vastly affected by this? Probably so.

My mom was the first to determine the habit that bore a physical outbreak. I hadn’t yet made the discovery myself. Evidently, I did it without thought. She questioned if I were afraid or nervous about something. I sensed her concern. And because she made me conscious of it, I began to (as much as I knew how) pay attention to and make an effort to stop doing it. I can’t recall if she sought the help of professionals or did her steady gaze and attention to prayer was what added to its demise or maybe it was the frequent trips to the library that would end it. It could’ve been a combination of all these things.

As my sister reported for summer duty at the library, she had no problem letting me tag along. As far as I know, it was all her idea. At least her welcoming and loving spirit made it seem so. She would happily spread tons of carefully selected books across the table for my reading. A whole new world began to open up to me. I can’t help but think that this had something to do with the healing – directing my attention elsewhere. Long story short, once identified, the behavior ceased to persist.

Imagine the presence of a big sister in the little girl’s life. Could it help make the difference in the healing of her body and the saving of her soul? I believe so – some how, some way, just as my sister’s engagement did. She has her mom as I did, but I thought, what would it be like to have both a big sister and a mom to aid in her progress.

While the circular motion ended, in later years, the throat clearing began. Again, my mother was the first to recognize my behavior. However, during this time, I was older and my attention better concentrated. I realized, the throat clearing surfaced while pensive in thought and deep with concerns. I wasn’t as much a talker as I was a thinker and observer and it became more apparent as I grew older. Born into a family of the social majority, I was one of the minority. I did talk some but obviously, not enough for my sister. Thus, my thoughts remained lodged in my throat until my sister, my friend persisted yet again.

My sister,  a champion in communications, not only wanted me to talk but to have a discussion with her. It wasn’t enough that she had two other sisters to converse with, she longed to hear my voice. “Why are you so quite?”,  “Are you okay?”, is what she’d say. And if by chance she witnessed my silent tears, her concern became all the more elevated. I can vividly recall a time when my mother gently scolded her behind all her questioning. Though she knew she meant well, my mom said, “Just leave her alone, she’ll be okay.” In my silence, choked with tears, my mother was not only my voice on that day but on any given day. Whenever she gave an explanation behind my silence, behind my tears, it proved to be exactly what she’d articulated on my behalf. It always amazed me that she could tell where I stood emotionally  although I didn’t mumble a word. At the time, my sister hadn’t matured in this gift. Therefore, I believe, she’d grown weary for me – my thoughts and where they could lead if left alone. Clearly, she knew I had them but no knowledge of what they were.   So after several attempts  for my voice to be heard, she suggested I keep a journal to secure and convey my thoughts. She understood the importance of communicating and having a place for thoughts and emotions to reside. She gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse – a place to house my hopes, my dreams and my prayers. My songs, poems, and compositions decided to move in too. It’s a special place I call home.

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I Remember…

As a series of events have occurred in recent months, I’m remembering words  spoken to me in my youth, “If you don’t do any better than what I’ve done, you haven’t done very much.” I believe that my mother was challenging me to do better and be better than she. This, I believe, was not just a challenge to be accomplished in the career of my choice but in every area of my life.

As I am confronted with heftier responsibilities, I am compelled more often than not do the right thing. Doing the right thing or the righteous thing does not always come easy. Nonetheless, I owe it to myself, my mother. Moreover, I follow after the wisdom of God.

When people don’t understand my commitment to do the right thing, I suffer – accused  falsely by the intent purpose of my heart. Nevertheless, in this, I know that in my suffering, I’ll gain eternal life. I keep this in remembrance.

I submit to you, we’re not all the same yet, one in the same with different callings.  My earnest desire is to love and obey God. It tells us in Romans 3:3 AMP; 3:4 KJV “What if some did not believe and were without faith? Does their lack of faith and their faithlessness nullify and make ineffective and void the faithfulness of God and His fidelity [to His Word]?” God forbid: yea, let God be true, but every man a liar; as it is written, that thou mightest be justified in thy sayings, and mightest overcome when thou art judged.” I say, Let truth prevail – God’s truth.  Let us not give in to the cadence of man. Let us lead healthy and pure lives, lives that are pleasing to our heavenly Father. And though our suffering may seem long, remember God is on our side, and because he is on our side, we win! “It is of the LORD’S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.” Lamentations 3:22

I also remember my mother’s voice to her children, “Y’all think I talk a lot but I don’t say every thing I want to say.” Was she ever so right! I clearly understand her outcry. There was so much more she wanted to speak – I know it. Many times she was held in contempt and quickly judged by the words spoken through her by God. It is people like her that family and friends stood to benefit from the most. She’d often rehearse, Hebrews 4:12 “For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any twoedged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.” It became very clear to us, who she professed as the author and the finisher of her faith. (Hebrews 12:10)

My mother was looking forward to the work and yea, even the greater works in us that Jesus spoke about.  “Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that believeth on me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works than these shall he do; because I go unto my Father.” John 14:12 I believe she spoke from this premise. Generally speaking, some settle too quickly, too easily. And some allow others to determine the fate of their future as their earthly vessels blow wind of deceit in our faces. Please, please, caution to the wind! In Jeremiah 29:11, The Lord declares his knowledge of the plans he has for us – plans to prosper us, not harm us but plans to give us hope and a future.

My mother knew that there would be days filled with terse words that could shake the very foundation of our faith. She sensed that if handled incorrectly, our spirits could be broken and torn apart at the least. I’ve had many days like this and it is days like this that make me eternally grateful for my mother’s consultation. Her words have been a source of consolation and has added years to my life.

And yes, she knew she had to put her mouth on my belly and her finger in my ear so when choked and suffocated by screeching words, of sorrow and defeat, the breath of her words would help keep me alive. Well, not only am I alive today, but I’m made new.

I cannot change how others respond to life’s challenges but I can seek after a better response to the things for which I am called to do.

Mother wanted better for me than she.  “When you know better, do better,” she would say. Better is what I’ll do, better is what I’ll be. I have passed her words down to my sons – challenging them too, to do better, to be better and better is what they’ll be.

“Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ:” Philippians 1:6

I remember – least I forget.

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